Wednesday, 13 January 2016

All Cocks, No Bull Blog Hop - win an e-book

Welcome to the All Cocks no Bull Blog Hop,
an exclusive for m/m writers and readers. Whether you are a fan of the genre,
or new to reading about men who love men, then I'm sure you'll enjoy what our
writers have to offer for you.
Below you will find links to other authors who will give you a little taste of
what they do, and offer you a chance to enter a draw for a giveaway.

For this blog hop I'm offering up an excerpt from a WIP with the draw for the free e-book below.

INNOCENT tells the story of Ethan, a man who forces himself into Gabriel's home one day, with electric consequences...

Gabriel Black cursed as
the toaster coughed up two slices of blackened bread and the smoke alarm
immediately kicked in with an ear-piercing shriek. He moved to the French
windows, unlocking and drawing them open, letting in a burst of freezing night
air, before grabbing a dish towel and wafting it under the smoke alarm. As he
did, a flash of movement registered at the periphery of his vision.

He turned around in
surprise just as a tall figure sidled through the windows, levelling a gun at
him.

His mouth dropped open,
icy fingers creeping down his back and not from the cold air either. The intruder
in his house was in his late thirties, a few inches bigger than Gabriel and
well-built. He wore a thin shirt and jeans, despite the weather outside being
at least ten below. He was covered with snow. It was on his boots and in the
jet-black hair that fell untidily over his face. Large, jade-green eyes and a sensual
mouth dominated his pale, startlingly attractive face. He had a few days’ worth
of dark stubble lining his jaw and his nose and lips were blue with cold. The
man trembled violently, his teeth chattering together.

“Knock that off.” He
gestured to the annoying smoke alarm.

Gabriel, numb with shock,
did as he was told, wafting the towel again until the alarm went off abruptly,
leaving a sudden silence broken only by the sound of the intruder slamming the
windows shut and pocketing the key.

The two men faced each
other across the kitchen. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” They were
brave words considering the nut job in Gabriel’s house held a gun.

The man moved closer, his
face stony. “You don’t get to ask questions.” It was a sneer. “Upstairs now. I
want some dry clothes.” He prodded Gabriel hard with the gun in his chest to
make his point.

Gabriel turned around and walked
woodenly through the living room to the stairs. His mind whirled as he climbed.
He was miles from civilization, stuck in the middle of Alaska at his winter
retreat. Who exactly was this man and was he going to kill him?

He entered his bedroom and
turned around to look at the man, who gestured at the wardrobe. “Come on. Get
me pants and the thickest sweater you’ve got.”

Gabriel did as he was told,
choosing jeans and a hooded fleece-lined sweater that he wore when he needed to
chop logs for the fire.

“And underwear and socks,”
the intruder said. “I’m wet through.”

Gabriel got out the items
from a chest of drawers. He was damned if he was going to give away his best
boxers, so he gave the intruder some old ones. The man didn’t comment, just
indicated for Gabriel to place the lot on the bed.

“Turn around while I
change. Don’t even think of trying anything because I swear I will shoot you in
the head before you can move.”

On legs of rubber, Gabriel
did as he was told. He heard the man kicking off his boots, a zip sliding down,
the rustle of denim. He waited for the man to dress.

“Back downstairs,” said
his unwelcome guest at last. “I need a hot drink.”

Gabriel turned around. The
stranger looked different in Gabriel’s own clothes, softer and less
intimidating, even though the expression on his face was still hostile.

When Gabriel did not
immediately comply, he pointed the gun at him once more. “Move!”

Gabriel reluctantly led
the way back downstairs and into the kitchen. “What do you want? Coffee?”

“Yeah.”

Gabriel reached for a mug
and picked up the coffee pot. For a moment he looked at the freshly brewed
liquid inside thoughtfully. Could he throw boiling hot liquid over another
human being? Yes, if that man was going to kill him. But just how big a threat
was this man who had invaded his house?

Gabriel glared at him,
approaching the man so they stood eye-to-eye, staring each other down. Gabriel
heard the jangle of metal in the man’s hand a split second before the stranger
grabbed his wrist and locked a handcuff around it. Gun in his face once more,
the man shoved him back into the radiator and down to the floor.

His guest locked the cuffs
around the pipe.

The man smirked
mirthlessly, showing perfect white teeth, and headed off towards the coffee
machine, filling his cup. The radiator was red-hot. Gabriel tried to sit as far
away from it as he could. “You going to tell me what you want?”

The stranger glanced at
him, placing his gun behind him on the counter. “What I want is a meal, a
shower, and a warm bed.” His gaze raked Gabriel’s body so thoroughly that he
was left unsettled. “As for the rest, we’ll see how it goes.” Their eyes held
for a long moment. Gabriel had no idea what the guy meant by this but a shudder
snaked through him nonetheless. Damn it, the man was hot as holy hell. Did he
imagine it or could he see vague interest in those intense green eyes? Surely
not.

The man pulled some milk
from the fridge and splashed it into his coffee. He leaned against the work
surface eyeing Gabriel. “What are you doing all the way out here alone anyway? Are
you some sort of hermit?”

Gabriel returned his
steely glare. “I come here once a year.”

“What for?”

“To write.”

“You’re a writer?”

“That’s generally what
writers do.”

The intruder’s expression
turned dangerous. The air crackled with fury. “I’m warning you.”

Gabriel said nothing.

“What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

“And how long are you
here, Gabriel?”

“Maybe two months. I’ve
been here a couple of weeks already.”

“You’re alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you got a cell?”

Gabriel hesitated. “No.”

“Liar.” The man advanced
on him.

Gabriel tried to get to
his feet as the man loomed over him. He grabbed at Gabriel’s pockets, patting
them down. The man bent over him, startlingly close, hands on the tight denim
of one hip and Gabriel stared up, thrown by how attractive he found the man
with that pale skin and those luminescent eyes.

The man seemed oblivious
to the way Gabriel studied him. He reached behind Gabriel, an arm around him to
pat his ass. Gabriel felt the heat and solidity of his body for a moment. It
made him shiver.

The intruder located the
cell in Gabriel’s back pocket instantly. He drew away with his prize in his
hand and went back to his coffee. Defeated, Gabriel sat back down, head
hanging.

“How many people know
you’re here?”

“A few,” Gabriel muttered.

“Who?”

“David, my agent. My
friend Jordan and my partner, Jack.”

The man lifted an eyebrow,
looking interested. “Jack,” he said as though trying out the name on his
tongue. “You’re gay.”

Gabriel glared at him. “You
need to take what you want and get the fuck out of my house.”

Sudden fury ignited in the
stranger. He stalked towards Gabriel and
grabbed him by his short hair, yanking his head back. Gabriel gave a little
hiss of pain.

“And you need to shut the
fuck up before I put a bullet in you.”

Their faces were close,
the gun against Gabriel’s neck. The man perused the depths of Gabriel’s eyes as
though trying to read his mind. His pupils were dilated, despite the bright
lights in the kitchen. The air suddenly seemed thin and Gabriel couldn’t
breathe.

The interloper let go. “So
how often do these three people contact you?”

“David will call
sporadically,” Gabriel said, his tone sullen. “He usually waits for me to call
him. He knows I don’t like to be disturbed. Jordan will call maybe once a week
and Jack calls every day.”

“Has he called you today?”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said.

“Good. What do you have to
eat?”

“Look for yourself.”

The man shot him a
poisonous look and yanked open the fridge door. He searched for a moment before
pulling out a dish of leftovers from the day before. “What’s this?”

“Casserole,” Gabriel said.

The man shoved it into the
microwave, twisting the dial around to two minutes. He turned back to Gabriel,
arms folded across his chest. Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that his clothes
looked way better on the intruder than they had ever looked on him. The jeans
moulded themselves snugly to strong thighs and the sweater was just short
enough to reveal the ample bulge in the denim. Gabriel swallowed, again
uncomfortable with the sudden heat that rushed through him that was nothing to
do with his proximity to the radiator.

“Who are you?” His ass was
beginning to ache from sitting on the kitchen floor.

The man regarded him
stonily for a moment, as though debating just what to tell Gabriel. “Ethan,” he
said.

“Are you some sort of
escaped prisoner?”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. A
heartbeat of silence hovered between them. “You ask way too many questions.”

“When are you leaving?”

“What did I just say?”
Ethan glared at him. “Seeing as I’m the one with the gun, I’ll stay as long as
I goddamn want, thanks.”

Gabriel regarded him with undisguised
hostility. The man’s face had lost that blue tinge, but he noticed the intruder
still shivered as though unable to get warm. He felt a pang of pity and berated
himself furiously. What the hell?This man has come into your home armed,
stealing your clothes and food and no doubt your bed tonight and what? You want
to give him a cuddle to warm him up? Sometimes Gabriel was way too soft for
his own good.

Ethan turned his attention
to the microwave as it pinged. He opened the door and removed the meal,
stirring it with a fork before lifting it gingerly to his mouth.

Gabriel watched. An odd
sensation went through him as the intruder’s tongue licked the fork delicately.
Christ, what was wrong with him? There was no denying he and Jack had been on
the rocks when he left and it had been weeks since they had been intimate, but
he was starting to be way too attracted to this bully who had forced himself
into Gabriel’s house. He cursed himself and his dick. This man could shoot you dead at any minute and you’re looking at his
tongue and thinking what it would be like around your cock?

Ethan took his dish to the
table and pulled out a chair. He ate a couple of mouthfuls and then looked at
Gabriel. “You make this yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good. I thought you
would be a shit cook when I saw your attempt at the toast.” He gestured to the
charred bread still lodged in the toaster. “So are you a famous writer, Gabriel?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Not
really. I sell enough to get by.”

“What sort of stuff do you
write?”

“Horror.”

“Really?” The expression
on Ethan’s face switched to reluctant admiration. “Always been a bit of a fan
of that myself.”

Gabriel gave a hesitant
smile. Perhaps he could thaw the ice man by talking about his books.

Ethan chewed another
mouthful. “How long have you been with your partner?”

“Two years.”

“Two years,” Ethan said in
contemplation. “That must be one sore ass you have. You do take, right?
I imagine that you do.”

Gabriel stared at him. His
face burned. He had not been subject to such abuse since school. “My private
life is none of your business.”

Ethan shrugged. “Just
making conversation,” he said with his mouth full. He held Gabriel’s gaze
confrontationally.

Gabriel looked away, his mouth bitter with rage. Had he really thought this odious man was
attractive? He wanted to overpower him, beat him senseless and throw him out
into the snow to die. Nothing would give him greater pleasure. He sat by the
radiator quietly seething until Ethan finished eating and stood up.

“I’m going to shower. Behave
yourself.”

Gabriel waited with his
heart pounding. He listened to Ethan’s footsteps on the stairs and then he
tried impossibly to yank his wrist from the cuff, only succeeding in chafing the
skin raw. He tugged hard at the pipe, trying to wrench it from the floor to no
avail. He sat back in impotent fury thinking of all the things he’d love to do
to the pretty little bastard who’d come unannounced into his house.

Ethan remained upstairs
for twenty minutes. When he returned, he wore some of Gabriel’s lounge pants
and a sweater. His hair was wet, hanging over his face and into his eyes. He had
shaved and the removal of the stubble had taken years off him. He looked
fresh-faced and young. More handsome than ever. He glared at Gabriel when Gabriel’s
gaze lingered.

“What?”

Gabriel looked away.
“Uncuff me. I have to pee.”

Ethan’s catlike eyes
narrowed. He hesitated for just a moment before he produced a key from his
pocket and bent over Gabriel. Gabriel could smell his own aftershave on him. It
smelled much more intoxicating than it ever had on himself. Spicy, exciting,
dangerous. Hell, Ethan should do the cologne ads. Ethan unlocked the cuff from
the radiator leaving the other half dangling around Gabriel’s wrist. He moved
back, levelling the gun at him.

Gabriel climbed up slowly,
his backside numb, relieved to be away from the heat of the radiator. He walked
through the living room and started to climb the stairs, followed by Ethan,
those eyes searing his back. He turned around as he reached the bathroom door.
“Come on then.” Ethan gestured with the gun impatiently.

“I can take it from here,
thanks,” Gabriel said.

“I don’t think so. There
are razor blades in there. You might kill yourself or something.”

Gabriel retorted before he
could stop himself. “I’d hardly do that over you, babe.”

Ethan grabbed a handful of
Gabriel’s shirt and shoved him into the bathroom, up against the mirror,
pinning him there. “Me and you are going to fall out real soon if you keep this
up.”

Gabriel felt the heat of
the intruder’s body. Ethan was jammed against him way too hard, up close and
personal, the pupils dilated in his pale green eyes and his nostrils flared
like a stampeding bull. The evidence of rage merely turned Gabriel on further.
Christ, he was going to get hard. He swallowed, fighting it back, thinking of
his tax return, of how much he hated editing his books and doing publicity.
Nothing worked. Ethan’s hand remained twisted in his shirt and Gabriel’s cock filled
relentlessly. He closed his eyes, took a few slow, deep breaths and prayed to
God that Ethan wouldn’t kill him for this. His inhalations merely drew Ethan’s
spicy scent further into his nostrils and sent more blood rushing southwards.
His skin tingled with need. He couldn’t remember the last time a man had
aroused him this way.

Ethan let go so abruptly
that Gabriel sagged back against the mirror. The intruder stood staring at him,
his breath coming in sharp pants. Silence crushed the room. Gabriel waited for
censure, for Ethan to strike him down.

Innocent should be released later this year. Look out for news about this and other works on my website and this blog.

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Hi, I was checking through your books and noticed one of my favorites is no longer available, Inferno, and I wonder will it be back (revised perhaps) and will there be any more stories about Zach & Dante? Also Sanctuary, I was just wondering is the revised version different from the original copy?

Thank you for being part of this blog hop and I would love to read Rescue Me if I am lucky :) slholland22 {at} hotmail {dot} com

Hi Sula, thanks for entering and sorry for slow follow up! Rescue Me will be on its way to you. I am pleased to announce Inferno will be available again on 16 April, with pre-order from 22 March. As for Sanctuary, it is the original version.